Childish Gambino - Centipede lyrics

[Acapella Intro] Mm mm mm Doo doo doo da da da dum dum beh Oh, eh, oh Lost all of our woe We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs Hey centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede... [Hook] Oh, eh, oh Lost all of our woe We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs Hey centipede, centipede, centipede... [Verse 1] 'Bino, will you be my baby daddy, yup I'm too fresh, man, the world ain't never had me, yup I'm too fresh, man, y'all ain't never gave me that Stone Mountain, ain't no doubting, and these n***as won't hold me back They wasn't hating him anyway My roommate exercise, man, he moving that heavyweight My girl ain't down to ride, couldn't deal with my day to day I'm at my Grandma's house, man, like I don't know what to say Maybe "I'm sorry" but sorry don't pay the rent I promise to pay you back And I don't know where he at But tell him he missing out His grandson is cool as f** And tell me who be standing when them other ones giving up? Let's keep it spontaneous, I don't need that rehearsal More flow, man, than Progressive commercials Get with the program, cause the plus loan that they putting us on I got month long before I take the bus home. [Hook] [Verse 2] I know this music sh** ain't sh** And all these random n***as in my house make you anxious And I ain't never told you that our love would be painless But I was so in love with you I thought we could make it Damn, I wasn't in it Damn, we wasn't finished Damn, I got us tickets Damn, we went to Venice Prioritize on our lives and made you into a business That's why you wasn't surprised when I had made my decision Gotta make it, cause if not I'm a failure, my wallet Azalea And my brother still moving, ain't no sh** I can tell him Trying to keep him out of trouble, but the cops is wilding It's nice to have a felon when the boys get violent The Mexicans tried to jump me at the club Funny thing was I thought they were stepping to show me love Grandma's couch, my biggest fear and fantasy When I ain't in her arms all I'm making is enemies Here I'm screaming obscenities at a n***a Wanted to live bigger than me Them Etowah projects was eatin' our concept If anyone walking out, what is you talking about? Gun Hill Road made them summers feel cold On the same train that my parents met on Twenty years later and my pops still ghetto High off of pressure, man, that's a stiletto Got your own couch now but you don't feel better [Hook] Cos if not, I'm a failure Cos if not, I'm a failure Cos if not, I'm a failure [Outro] "It's not an unholy n***a, it's a Arab n***a in the store. You know what he want? Money, n***a. You know what your b**h want, you know why they feel they can't f** with you? Cos you don't have no money, my n***a. b**hes do not want a n***a with no money. Did you not learn this in Harlem? Lesson number one. You can't keep saying you a Harlem n***a and you don't want that skrilla, n***a. Come on B, it's home of the hustlers, n***a. That's all you gotta understand. It's the hood n***a. It's make guap or die, n***a." "School him." "What do you think? Cos he gotta know, my n***a. Money is not equal, n***a. Go tell them n***as in Polo you don't wanna make no money, n***a. What they gon' say, "Oh, he right"? Hell no, n***a. You think n***as like selling crack and sh** n***a? You think n***as like putting crack in they a** n***a, and selling cracks out they a**? You think n***as like shooting n***as, my n***a? You think n***as like tucking packs? You think n***as like baggin up? You know how boring baggin' is, my n***a? It's so boring, my n***a. There is no underground, Joe Budden is on his fourth mixtape selling sh**. The underground is hot. There is no underground n***a. You don't see Raekwon or none of these n***as on the block. There's no more block, n***a, it's over for the block. You ask any n***a on the block, do they wanna be on the block? They gon' say no, n***a. Get your money, man. Stop trying to be gooned out. "Hood n***as don't want to be—" "Hood n***as don't want to be hood n***as, my n***a. Everything n***as do, everything n***as do is for money, my n***a. What's one thing that n***as do in the hood that isn't for money? What b**h would want a n***a with no money? Huh? Huh! ? Yo, slime! It's your time."